The Alpha’s Arranged Bride

LAVENDER’S POV

As my mother narrated what she had suffered at the hands of my father, my heart bled for her. I could still hear the pains she had gone through just to keep me alive in her voice. She had gone through so much, and now I could not blame her for doing anything she did.

She had to give something in return for the help and at that moment she had nothing else to give except to promise me to Caramel. I was upset with her for doing what she did, but now it would only be selfish of me if I kept being upset because of it.

“How did you get there?” I asked Caramel.

Caramel glanced at Joanna, then sighed. He requested an alliance. It was only after I arrived that I realized he wanted the pack through me. The meeting ended on a bad note, which made me suspect she was in cahoots with him when she hastily departed.” Caramel explained.

I sighed. It dawned on me that I was rejected by my father. All these years, I thought Axel was my biological father. He never, for once, made me think that I was not his blood. My friends envied me because of how much he loved me.

He always called me his little princess, and I felt loved at all times. Now I just realized that even though Axel was not my biological father, he was a true father to me. My father rejected me before I was born.

He despised even the news of it, and he made my mother suffer alone with me. He wanted to kill her and me, all for his selfish reasons. My biological father deceived my mother and humiliated her in front of everyone. That was evil of him, and I hate him without even seeing him. I never want to have anything to do with him because he was nothing but a traitor and manipulator.

This information hurt my soul more than I could imagine. Why would he be so cruel? In a way, I wanted to ask him that question, but why should I? From what I’ve been told, he doesn’t even deserve a single look from me.

I hated him from the pit of my stomach. However, my tears could not stop flowing because I felt for my mother. She had gone through so much, but she had acted as though he did not mean anything. She lost so much all because of me, but not once did she treat me badly.

I loved my mother, and she was a sweet soul. Anyone who deemed her wicked or a bad person was the wicked and bad person. I slowly moved away from Caramel and picked up her hand. She was crying bitterly, and my father was trying as much as possible to console her.

She raised her head to look at me, surprise in her eyes. I managed a small smile; a comforting one. “I’m not upset with you, Mum. I know it wasn’t your fault. You were only young and in love, so you did not understand that he had other motives and was not truly who he said he was. I forgive you,” I sincerely told her.

Her eyes widened in shock and relief before she wrapped her hands around me, pulling me for a hug. “Oh, baby. Thank you,” she said, in between her sniffles.

She hugged me for a long time and I allowed her to. I knew she needed some sort of comfort after revealing something as huge as this. If she wanted to hug me till the end of the day, I do not mind so long as she was better. She eventually pulled away, a weak smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said.

I took her hand while she took my father’s own. We were a complete and happy family. We did not need anyone, even though he was my biological father, I did not need him. All I needed was my family, and they were right here with me.

Now I know my mother was human, and I’m realizing that my father is a wolf and an Alpha. Doesn’t that mean I should have a wolf? Or at least a little of it, since I was a half-breed. “Mum, do I have a wolf?” I asked, and she nodded.

“But I haven’t felt it. Is that normal?” I moved my gaze from my mother to Caramel, whose eyes have remained the way they were; unreadable. I returned my attention to my mother, and the look on her face told me she knew more.

“Why can’t I feel it, Mother?” I asked.

“When I arrived in Texas, after giving birth to you, I met with a lady who instantly knew that I was carrying a wolf’s child. We became friends, and I told her of my worry that you might not be able to blend in with the humans. She told me she knew a potion that I would need to give you from the moment you were born so that your wolf will be suppressed, and you will not get even a single sign of having a wolf,” she explained.

“You gave it to me?” I asked with wide eyes.

She nodded. “I gave it to you from the moment you were born. It was that drug that I usually gave to you twice a year, telling you it was just supplements. I just wanted you to leave a normal life without thinking or trying to hide yourself from other people. I’m sorry.” She took my hand.

I nodded. “I forgive you, Mum, but you need to undo it. I need to have my wolf,” I said, and she shook my head as tears began to flow again.

“I don’t know how,” she sobbed. “That friend is dead. She died when you were just three years old, but she taught me how to make the potion and that was how I have been able to give it to you all this while. I never asked how to undo it because I did not think there would be a need to.”

“I can never have a wolf?” I asked in disbelief.

“No, you can.” Delilah said as she walked into the room.